reflections

On Tuesday this week my husband Andrew turned 70 years old, but the bubbles we put in the fridge that morning are still there unopened, because that day we went…

Readings for the day Hosea 6:6, Matt 9:9-13, 18-28   It feels to me that today I’m weaving with disparate ideas and uncommon threads I have a pile of something…

Anchors of Hope – Two My feathers of hope are falling out so I’ve been asking others what gives them hope. My daughter-in-law pointed me to Colombia’s renewables policy. The…

The Bird Corridor In the early 2000’s my cousin and her husband moved from central to Northeast Victoria after they had decided that their family farm would become unviable in…

Anchors of Hope – One Hope is starting to feel quite slippery. I save myself by grasping the stems of baby trees and lowering them into the ground. Over the…